Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

For this purpose, it was specifically stipulated that this batch of loans could not be used to purchase weapons, and the items that were ultimately purchased were: agricultural products, transportation equipment, machinery and tools, industrial raw materials, gasoline, motor oil and other products.

The annual interest rate of the loan is 4%.

In March 38, the National Government signed a $3 million loan contract with the Russians, also using tung oil, mineral products and other resources as collateral. The annual interest rate of this loan contract was only 5000%, which was quite reasonable.

The Nationalist government can use this loan at will to purchase all urgently needed supplies in Russia, including all weapons.

Comparing the national strength of Russia and the United States, Russia was able to immediately withdraw a huge sum of 5000 million US dollars to support the National Government for its own national interests. Of course, the National Government also repaid it with mineral resources.

At that time, America was the undisputed leader, and for its own interests, the Kuomintang government proposed not to take it for free and was willing to use tung oil as collateral.

But America was only willing to lend 2500 million U.S. dollars, which shows that the eldest brother is not very open with his family.

As a strategic-level agent, Ma Liang needs to consider not only killing some small characters in Shanghai and making some money, but more importantly, making more contributions to the overall strategy.

Ma Liang knew that Xiao Rizi would definitely not go north. After confirming that Xiao Rizi would not go north to fight him, Maozi would not continue to support the Qing Dynasty's war of resistance like selling his blood.

After signing a non-aggression treaty with China in April 41, the Russians completely cut off their military support to China and turned to go all-in with Hans.

It was not until the United States opened up the "Hump Route" in 42 that a large amount of strategic materials were supplied to the interior. That is to say, from 41 to 42, China would be completely isolated and helpless.

After traveling through time, whether he was selling code books back and forth between America and his daily life, or framing a major general as an American spy, it was not all for money, otherwise he would have used the space to rob people long ago.

Everything is done to tease the plastic relationship between America and Xiao Ri.

In order to facilitate a rift between China and the United States and implement the southward strategy as soon as possible, so that China can catch its breath, the United States must also increase its aid to China.

For example, for this tung oil loan, Ma Liang planned to use the code book in his hand as a bargaining chip to increase the loan amount and relax the scope of loan use.

At noon that day, Deputy Director Zhang came to the cafeteria to get food. As soon as he lined up at the back of the team, he heard the soldier in front of him excitedly say:

"Today the cafeteria has improved its food. There is meat, a slice of greasy fatty pork for each person."

"I almost forgot the last time I ate meat! Things are getting better for our Gen family!"

"Yes! Thanks to Section Chief Wang and his team!"

···········

When he heard that there was meat, even Deputy Director Zhang, who was well-educated abroad, couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he suddenly heard that there was meat to eat.

Suddenly, a soldier in front of him accidentally spotted Deputy Director Zhang standing behind them. His smiling face suddenly turned cold and he whispered to the soldier in front of him:

"The unlucky guy is coming!"

Upon hearing the nickname, the soldiers who were originally chatting and laughing excitedly immediately quieted down.

Deputy Director Zhang had seen a lot of this kind of thing these days, so he just secretly memorized the faces of these soldiers and didn't get angry.

Soon, Deputy Director Zhang came to the soldier in charge of serving food and held out his bowl.

"Comrade, here's a fat one for you!"

The soldier from the kitchen squad who was serving the food spoke enthusiastically, but when he looked up and saw the expressionless face of Deputy Director Zhang, the enthusiasm that had originally filled his face immediately disappeared.

Then he calmly put the thinnest piece of meat in the dish, which was originally reserved for himself, into Deputy Director Zhang's bowl.

"Squeak!"

Such obvious differential treatment made even Deputy Director Zhang, who was used to being looked at strangely these days, so angry that his teeth were chattering.

But the soldiers in the kitchen squad don't care about these. As the people who cook directly for the soldiers, they can more intuitively feel the huge difference in food between the soldiers with Wang Xingyun and those without.

They are more aware of the value of people like Wang Xingyun, and are even more dissatisfied with people like Deputy Director Zhang.

"Next!"

The soldier in the kitchen who was responsible for serving meals didn't care about Deputy Director Zhang's reaction and immediately shouted the next one.

Deputy Director Zhang was proud of his status and naturally did not want to conflict with the kitchen staff in public over the fatness of the meat slices. He just walked back to his single dormitory with a sullen face.

But the soldier in the kitchen squad was surprised to find that after Deputy Director Zhang left, there was no one behind him.

No one was willing to line up behind Deputy Director Zhang, and only after Deputy Director Zhang left the cafeteria did the other soldiers come here to get food.

A warm smile immediately appeared on the originally silent face of the soldier who was serving food, and he gave the fattest and largest pieces of meat to the soldiers.

"Too deceiving!"

Back in the dormitory, Deputy Director Zhang slammed the bowl on the table and sat on the edge of the bed angrily.

Thinking back to the time when he was one of the few high-level intellectuals in the base area who had studied abroad, he was treated like a star wherever he went, and whenever there was meat to eat, he always got the fattest and biggest piece.

But now I can only eat this thin and small piece. This is intolerable.

Deputy Director Zhang was determined to learn from the literati's character and not eat this shameful meat.

But in this base area, if you don’t eat in the cafeteria, you’ll just starve!

Just a minute later, Deputy Director Zhang couldn't help himself, picked up the bowl, and tore into the half-fat, half-lean piece of meat without caring about his literary manners.

He used the peasant-like way of eating meat that he used to despise the most, holding the meat tightly in his mouth, chewing it slowly, bite by bite, and feeling the taste of the precious fat in his mouth with his dry taste buds.

Finally, he swallowed it happily, and then took a few quick mouthfuls of brown rice to eat with the fat.

Just as Deputy Director Zhang, disregarding his integrity as an overseas intellectual, wolfed down the slices of meat bought with the money Wang Xingyun earned from trading, a military correspondent shouted outside:

"Is Deputy Director Zhang here?"

"Deputy Director Zhang, telegram, urgent telegram!"

Hearing someone calling his name outside, Deputy Director Zhang immediately poked his head out of the bowl and threw the bowl, which only had brown rice in it, aside as if in disgust.

"Wait a minute! I'll be right there!"

While responding, he quickly adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror until he no longer looked like the vulgar meat-eating peasant he had just been. Only after he had regained the image of an intellectual did he slowly go out.

The correspondent outside the door looked at Deputy Director Zhang's expression and curled his lips unconsciously.

Deputy Director Zhang put on the glasses that represented his intellectual identity, followed the communicator to the military's telecommunications room, and after signing his name with a Parker pen, he took the telegram from the Northwest Headquarters.

The telegram was very short, just one line.

"Zhang, after repeated verification, there is no such person!"